Nymphomaniac God
The smell of your hair and your curves;
Physique a goddess could only have
Your skin, sheep’s’ wool could never equal
Beauty even Venus would be jealous.
Come with me, dear queen
Come with me, and be my earth;
Be the damp soil for my seed;
Be the keeper of our future.
Open up! Welcome me with pleasure!
Sing to me the songs of elation!
And as midnight is fast approaching,
Let our souls entwine,
Let the crimson satin cover our body,
-As we danced to the sensual harmony.
Let our spirits fly to the peak of ecstasy,
Let the heat fade away.
Dance with me, dear queen
Dance with the Nymphomaniac God.
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